I Remember – #1011

I remember leaving Brisbane early in the morning, and then eating sashimi and sushi in a tiny restaurant in Sennichimae in Osaka by the time it was night.  This by Jetstar, via Cairns, with two (minor) flight upgrades, and a (foolish) $150 taxi ride from the Osaka airport to our hotel.

-28 June 2017

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I Remember – #1009

remember playing Settlers of Catan with Anna and her siblings, and her sister’s husband (then, I think, her boyfriend), and how outrageously competitive Anna and I were together, to the point where we regularly exploded at and argued with one another in front of everyone.

-26 June 2017

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I Remember – #1008

I remember when Anna and I lived at Thondley Street in Windsor, in a cheap brick apartment building.  We were terribly poor, and most nights we ate dinner while listening to the Acid House King’s album, Sing Along with the Acid House Kings.  And every five or ten minutes someone would walk past our front door, which directly faced into the stairwell of the apartment building, on the ground floor, where everyone needed to walk by.

-25 June 2017

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I Remember – #1007

I remember when Harry Mulisch died, and he was one of the first authors whose death created in me a true and outraged sense that a greater writer had missed out on the Nobel.  (And to think, I was alive when Borges was, too!)

-24 June 2017

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I Remember – #1006

I remember when I truly was writing these daily, and hadn’t fallen terribly behind, constantly racing to catch up to the true memories of today (which invariably become the faded memories of yesterday).  That stressful need to dredge up important, interesting memories, even though the entire purpose of this project is to recall the small, tiny, insignificant, nothing memories which make up the entirety of my life. (This particular entry was actually written on 9 April 2018 and posted on 8 August 2020).

-23 June 2017

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I Remember – #1005

I remember walking home, at different hours of the day (1pm, 2:30pm, 5pm, 11am) and there, almost every single time, waiting for me, was my little dog Captain, his face pressed against the window watching, watching, watching.  For how long had he been there?  How long?

-22 June 2017

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I Remember – #1003

I remember going to a Xero conference in 2016 at the BCEC.  It was fine, and at the end of it I caught the bus home.  I was reading a Modiano book on the bus, which I finished on the way home.  And because of that, when I got off at the bus stop, instead of returning home, I jumped on the next bus into the city and returned to the conference to take part in the free drinks I had been initially too shy to attend.

-20 June 2017

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